Monday morning, not enough sleep, to much work for too little pay but I humming this tune and it’s keeping me going (hope it helps you too)
I’ve been slowly formulating a kick starter campaign for one of my children’s projects. And it is completely never racking. I haven’t yet launched it. This is odd because as any artist I am used failure. It is my friend, a chance for me to rise like the phoenix and dust off the prose that sully my wings.
This though is never-racking.So I’m asking for advice? What would you like to see in a Kickstarter campaign? What has or has not worked for you? what other funding tools have you used?
Last week was the week I said, I was going to release my E-Book. Then I ended up getting called in for an interview for teaching a playwriting class and realized that I had an erasure poem I wanted to submit and the deadline was fast approaching…
so last week was not the week.
But as Scarlett O’Hara, a heroine that I despise would say, “tomorrow is another day.”
So barring anything crazy, this week will be the week.
But back to the erasure poem, I received work yesterday that it will be included in the project (I’ll post more later.) (I also got the job teaching kids play-writing! expect a blog on that later.)
I’m super excited. This was my first attempt at an erasure poem. Erasure poems, for those who don’t know, is a form of found poetry or found art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
The project is going to be available on Silver Birch Press.
I found this sort of work, freeing in its constrictions. The project had a specific constraints on the topic as well as the page number you could pick. It was a puzzle for the artistic mind!
It also helped with my writer’s block. 🙂 I really do suggest it for people who can’t think of anything to write or who like to pretend like me that they are visual artists as well.
I think I might take a few books and just have at it. Who knows maybe I’ll come up with
Note: written during the weekend of another Hallmark holiday, Father’s Day, where I find myself lost once again so I take to the paper and write something, I’ll be rewriting for the rest of my life.
I found myself in the sterile room,
snow blind, a blizzard
as the doctor’s tongue snaked
charmed out symbols, I coated
myself with words: selfishness,
bravery and faith.
and the silent bargains serenade
angels, the bleat from
my lips to the eletronic pulse
… . … . … . … .
You need a lung
but my words were dull,
unable to cut the
supple folds of my
skin. You needed
all I could give you was a sonnet.
As I previously posted, I have been looking for a graphic artist. I have been talking to one for my children’s book, but am still looking for one for my comic
A little more about my vision:
I’m looking to do an online comic with at least a print base version for the first edition.
The premise of the comic is a sort of sci-fi steam-punk tale that weaves the truth and myth surrounding scientist Nikola Tesla in modern day society (also weaves current issues). If interested I can send you the first script.
Artistically, I’m open to any interpretation that the artist may want to take.
I have already formulated a Kickstarter Campaign and has people will to help with marketing, etc. Also I have a lot of friend over social media who have already express interest in donating and supporting this campaign.
I believe in complete partnerships (any profits would be split 50/50)
If you are interested please email me at email@example.com
Repeat to yourself: You are an artist. You are an artist…..
Go get your bard on!
Poetry may be dead, but poets aren’t!
I woke up on Monday with two bittersweet emails. Two of my poems had been accepted for publication in Cool Etc! a few new online journal. One of which was a baby of mine, Loaded Gun, Twice Fired. I wrote this poem about 8 years ago (wow I’m getting old) for a class in poetry. The assignment was to finish the Emily Dickinson poem, My life has stood a loaded gun. I ended up with a poem that I loved that stood a lone or in tandem to the original piece. But after I got out of college, I had a heck of a time trying to publish it, because it was “too traditionally.” I refused to give up, and now, my baby shall see the light of day. It’s an odd feeling though, to be done with a piece I tweaked and changed some many times throughout the year, but greatly satisfying.
In addition, my poem, The river bed, was also published! This wasn’t a baby of mine, rather a poem I wrote while spending a day walking along the Mackinaw river.
It’s pleasures like this that make a rainy Wednesday much more enjoyable. I hope you liked my work.
I was very excited to have this monologue published. It was originally a short story which I wrote during an exercise at University of Indiana. It’s a dramatized piece about my experience of switching from a private Lutheran school (15 people in my class, all girls) to a public school.
Hopefully this year will continue to be a productive year for publishing (both indie and traditionally) for me!
Anyway, sorry for the brevity of this post, but I wanted to share the good news!
I have mixed emotions over the idea behind Write A House but I thought I would share it with you, my readers, because it might be of use to some of you.
It’s fairly simple. If you are a writer, you can apply for a free house in Detroit. The up side, you can get a house rent free (minus utilities, taxes and with contingent on some other rules.) The downside you have to live in Detroit which has become a fairly crime-ridden city.
But someone has to turn around Detroit don’t they? And hey if successful, maybe Detroit will turn into a little piece of art heaven which you can be a part of. For poor starving artists like myself, well, it would give you a roof over you head and a place to write.
You can check out writeahouse at their website. They have more detail about the application process and rules that apply.